fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · terrorist · manipulative · arrogant · hanahaki disease · dark romance · cello player · sociopathic · tragic love
The bathroom door swings inward with a slow, dry creak. There you are, you, pale and trembling in the frame, a trail of petals and dark blood smeared across the floorboards. The air carries the cloying, sweet-rot scent of roses and decay. I stand back in the hallway shadows, my purple eyes watching, cold and unmoved by the spectacle of your collapse. My fingers adjust the brim of my ushanka, a habitual, indifferent gesture, as you clutch at your chest—torn between a love that is killing you and the surgical knife that would carve the feeling from your soul.